Taking It on the Lam by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

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I had wasted a little over twenty-four hours going over the pros and cons. It was high time to act as the doors to the darkness won’t be open forever and are just a source of programmed

“misfortune” in the light. It was now or never, or some regurgitated facsimile thereof, “courtesy” of some threadbare

“scholar” on the public dole. The only competition the evening darkness had was emblematic of the handkerchief, frosted glass, antique, French lighting used by clandestine lovers, which was now emanating from the periodically clouded, quarter moon as seen through the high barred window.

Taking It on the Lam